"Idiot!" said I, "he 's shamming sleep; cold water will do him good."

I took the pitcher, when he rubbed his eyes and said, "Now, Dick, don't douse me; I won't be so late again." His eyes were open now. "Why, it is n't Dick!" he screamed, as he started up.

I launched the pitcher into his face. It was summary treatment, I know, but I think it did him good, for he did not speak till we had each taken an arm and hauled him into the main room. He was a mild-looking youth, in a frock-coat and white tie.

"Who are you, anyway?" said I.

He looked at our airy garb. "I 'm afraid I have got into the wrong room," said he, meekly. "I beg pardon, I 'm sure."

"Who are you, anyway?" I repeated.

"I'm a Freshman," said he, "and I live with my brother at No. X, Matworthy."

"Young man," said my chum, "if you speak the truth, your room is on the lower story. But I think that you came here on purpose."

"I can prove my identity," said he anxiously, and he pulled out his pocket-book. "Here's my card. No, it is n't, either. But - I don't want to wake my brother, you see, - I have my name on my watch, and - yes," triumphantly, "I have my Bursar's certificate." And he put it into my hand.

We examined it; it was all right.

"I beg your pardon for suspecting you," said I, "but you are at fault, as you will admit." He nodded. "To make assurance doubly sure, however, I will go with you to your room below."

"Only don't make a noise," said he; "I would n't have my brother waked for anything."

"Your visit," said my chum, "necessitates the placing of a new lock on our door. I think it only fair that you should pay half. And while you are here, perhaps you would like to subscribe to the Matworthy boat-club." You see my chum's a treasurer, and has an eye to number one.

"Thank you," said he, smiling blandly, "but I have left my purse at home. I will consult my brother."

We went down stairs together, he entreating me to walk softly. As he was opening the door he entreated me in a whisper not to speak of the adventure to his brother.

"He does n't like to have me out late," said he, "and I might get ducked again." He laughed shiveringly, and shut the door.

I, shivering, hied me to my downy couch.

M. B.